Fearing God.

I have a real problem sleeping after an earthquake. There's just something about California that freaks me out. Perhaps I'm the only one, but when I see a huge shooting star, the feeling of panic is sometimes greater than joy. I think, "There is something burning up in the sky as it comes at me."
Today, there was an earthquake. It was just small enough to not do damage, but big enough to arouse sleeping fears and it makes me contemplate the unknown. In the bible, the earth quakes a lot. Sometimes I feel like that's just the way he manifests himself the most. In nature.
God is so huge that we just don't get it most of the time. We go on with our lives until the living room shakes and it feels like someone just picked up your house and dropped it.
Sure the adrenaline rises. Memories of a 6.5 come to mind. You guess where to take cover. You sit up and get ready to move. The world sort of collapses for a moment and all you know is I-don't-know-what-to-do-I-am-not-in-control-I-might-die. Sure, that's a little dramatic, but seeing as the last earthquake killed some people, I'm not totally sure it's too much. For all I knew, LA was underwater and the North American Plate had broken off.
Sometimes I wonder if God kicks the plates around to remind us that he is so big and so in control and there's nothing we can do about it. Not in a bad way, but in a way that says, "I'm here, remember?" To get us back to good old fashioned fear and understanding that no matter how many movies we watch, how many books we read, how many people vote for Obama, He is still God. We lose sight of that from time to time.
On nights like this when my head is full of what-ifs and scary movie trailers, I wonder if fearing God is terrible. Then I remember: I'm still alive. Things will be okay.
Here's to Earthquakes.
Here's to plate tectonics.
Here's to lives lost and lives saved.
Here's to meteors.
And Here's to a God who causes it all to happen.

A break.

The past 24 hours were really, really fast, though, in retrospect, it was very long. Last night, I sang in one of my favorite venues. I was happy to be with friends. I was sad to learn more about some people than I wanted to learn. I was stressed about my voice breaking and relieved about no school for 2 days.
Now, I sit and feel... like a writer. My hair is full of bobby pins-the proof of last night. My ironed blue shirt still has pleats, though it's slowly getting as tired as I am. The whole time driving today, I was narrating in my head. I'm unwinding by...writing, and watching whatever is on TV (Lizzie McGuire Movie...Junior high all over again!)
Today, I was at Borders and I got stuck in the screenplay section. I fiddled with books and biographies. Siskel and Ebert. Oh, why would I dream of the movie industry. Leave me alone, thoughts.
I glance right. Lizzie is in Rome. I want to see Europe before I die. I want to see a lot of things. I want to see Central Park in late spring. Times Square at Christmas. France in November. London in...also late Spring. I guess that'll take some time.
Regardless, i cast these thoughts to Jesus. Take care of them, Love.